Ex-wife flirting: Husband, forced marriage is invalid

The pink little boy was held in his father's arms, his big black and white eyes looked around curiously, he looked like a naughty little boy, he would twist his father's arms from time to time thinking about it, but Nie Chuhang refused to let him go .

And that little girl, about ten years old, was wearing a beautiful princess dress, holding her mother's hand like a little lady, looking very well-behaved.

Not only paparazzi secretly took pictures of them, but even some celebrities couldn't help but take pictures of the little boy and girl.

Nie Chengyu is also a frequent visitor here.

The tables here are separated by various special decorations, which seem to protect the privacy well, but it doesn't look stuffy like a box.

The table Nie Chengyu chose was an elegant seat near the window, separated by a bead curtain.

Nie Ting was finally let down by his father, and immediately jumped far away from him freely, and then couldn't stop playing with those beaded curtains.

"Xiao Ting, don't use so much force, it will break!"

Su Xingfu is a sensible young lady. She took the initiative to take care of her younger brother and said worriedly.

The waiter who came to order couldn't help but look at the two of them frequently.

"It's just going to be broken!" Nie Ting immediately pulled more vigorously when he heard it.

He is at the age of being playful now, Su Xingfu wanted to stop him, but he nimbly grabbed two strings of beads and ran in circles, clamping his little hands together in a short while.

The feeling was still very painful, he frowned and opened his mouth, then looked at the adults again.

Mom and Dad were ordering food, but my uncle seemed to be thinking about something and ignored him.

The only one by his side is his sister.

So he looked at Lucky helplessly, flattened his mouth pitifully, and suddenly burst into tears.

His crying was a bit loud, and everyone immediately looked over.

Su Yutong felt a little distressed, "Xiao Ting, what's wrong?"

"Mommy, Xiao Ting's hand was pinched. I'll help him untie it." After Su Xingxing finished speaking like an adult, he lowered his head and carefully helped his younger brother untie the bead curtain wrapped around his hand.

It was Nie Chuhang, who frowned and glanced at his son, "Nie Ting."

As soon as Nie Ting heard his father speak, he looked over with fear on his face. At home, the person he was most afraid of was his father.

Because everyone loves him, usually as long as you open your throat and howl, everyone will love and pet him as if dying.

So Nie Ting has developed such a habit since he was a child.

He likes to fake cry to get everyone's attention and concern.

Sometimes it's not fake crying, his big eyes can control the tears.

And there is only such a precious son and grandson in the family, so naturally no one will think there is anything wrong with it.

It was Nie Chuhang who discovered his son's problem and started to correct it all the time. Anyway, he is still a little man, so it's not good to always be like this.

He is already more than three years old, and he can no longer let his temper go.

Nie Chuhang did everything for this child himself, and he wanted to educate his son, so naturally no one would have any objections.

So the person Nie Ting fears the most is his father.

And especially when Dad called him by his full name...

Fortunately, he got rid of all the bead curtains wrapped around his hands. Nie Ting pouted and walked up to his father with some anxiety, "Dad..."

"Have you forgotten what I said?" Nie Chuhang said with a serious face.